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MINE; [all Islanders]
Topic Started: Jul 21 2017, 06:13 PM (1,192 Views)
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Date: Three nights since arrival
Time: Dusk



So far the island had provided all that the crashed students and staff of Xavier's had needed, there was food albeit basic, fresh water and so far save for the odd event that occurred not many minutes after their crash on the island nothing had gone out of its way to reveal any sort of menace on the island. On the flip side of that coin though since their crash there had been no communication from the outside world and all mutants who actively used their powers were finding that the more they used them, the harder it was becoming to use them until they could no longer use them and required rest before they could use them again.

Elsewhere on the island on this evening, however, something stirred.

It was a primal beast, formed from the mud, the vegetation and most importantly the island itself. It stood larger a two story house, branches protruded all over its body along with rocks and other such vegetation protruding. Unfortunately for the inhabitants of the makeshift camp of Xavier's the beast had only one location in mind: Their camp.

Unbeknownst to the crash survivors their movements had been watched, monitored and reported on to the beast for the past three days; for the fauna of the island all served one master: The giant beast.

It took over an hour for the beast to arrive far enough away from the camp for the students to be unaware of its presence, this was the first time that it had approached them in physical form the last time it had tried to approach them there had been fear, powers - the powers were key here it had noticed them when they had been flying through the storm. It wanted those powers in the same way that a toddler wanted candy the moment it saw it in a store.

Still, these beasts were new it had not seen these on the island before and part of the creature wanted to know more about them, but the powers and how they made the beast feel was close to overriding the childlike curiosity it held for these new creatures to its island.

Suddenly from nowhere the same nauseating sensation that the students had felt as the plane began to crash could be felt again, and the same telepathic voice could be heard in their minds.

::MINE!

Suddenly to the east of the camp the trees began to creak and crack and the ground shook as giant feet crashed and charged towards the camp as the creature sort to find out more about its new pets.
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Alyvia had, at this point, lost all sense of control. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. Once the hallucinations had started, her body refused to relax enough to let her close her eyes, even for just a brief moment. If she dare to let them close, that same whistle rang in her ears so loud - it hurt. Of course, the lack of sleep made everything worse. Nothing made sense anymore.

The one thing that made her feel better was moving. She somehow felt energized, even with her sanity waning, and so she spend every moment she could walking, running, climbing. That was her favorite - she'd climb to the top of the trees and tie scarves and shirts to the high branches, or wave a thick palm frond that had been lit aflame. An attempt to signal someone, but nothing ever happened. No one came. She tried to reach out with her powers, but, nothing. It was like she never had them to begin with.

As the sun began to set this night, Ally found herself again pulled to climb, going from tree to tree and exploring every inch she could reach with her bare, callused feet. She stopped at the fire, for a moment, but not long - she didn't sit with them, but instead, found solace in the trees. At the very least, the view up there was pretty. She stopped for a bit, her head pounding in time with her racing heart. She looked at the ground, and saw little footprints trailing in the sand - there were, of course, no feet. No person walking, but still, they were there. The whistling, the singing, it was loud and omnipresent.

But so was something else.

::MINE:: Alyvia clamped her hands over her ears, immediately feeling like she was going to vomit. She lost her balance, fell from where she was resting, but managed to catch herself a few inches down. A knot formed in her throat, her stomach twisted, and then, the ground shook. Trees far too close for comfort began to creak and snap, and adrenaline kicked in as she bolted back towards camp, using the trees to keep off the ground - her gymnasts training was coming in damn handy.

“Mr. Summers!” she screamed, tears pooling in her eyes. “Ben! Something’s coming!”
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One thing that Ros still had not gotten use to yet were the noises of the island. There was always in the background a dull roar of the ocean, like static between radio stations. Unusual animal sounds could be heard and even the sound of the wind rustling through the trees felt unfamiliar and threatening. There very first day on the island there had been an unholy wind that blew through the crash site. It provided them with the supplies for shelter and for fire, but had left them feeling exposed. The only noise that was comforting was the crackling and popping of the fire. Ros was staring past the fire, listening to the fire. Ally had joined Ben, Mr. Summers and himself briefly before going to climb a tree. He would have liked it if she had stayed with them for a little longer, but understood her need to keep moving. Ros had to keep moving himself as well. When he was stopped like this he found himself getting lost in thoughts. He had a good idea what was going on with himself, and the thought was sickening.

::MINE::

The voice and the pain was familiar and something that would stick with him years later. Pyrrhic's fingers dug into the log that he was sitting on, his energy slicing deeply into the wood, and it was a struggle to keep from screaming in agony. He was on his feet, blinking his eyes to clear his vision. From above there was the sound of crashing and snapping, trees were collapsing, and Ally was running in with a warning. Something was coming. Something large enough to level out the surrounding area. If he was going to have all this power buzzing about in him still he was going to need an outlet for it. Until now the island had given him limited things that he could use the excess of energy on. Pyrrhic wasn't the kind to seek out a fight for the sake of a fight. It was not the same as never fighting or being a pushover. When the need arrived, Pyrrhic would be as willing to fight as his friends were.

"Orders Sir?" Pyrrhic asked taking a ready stance. Around his arms and legs swirled the characteristic greenish black energy that was his mutation. The size would decrease occasionally as the energy condensed, going darker. It was a newer aspect of his mutation that had been stumbled upon in a Danger Room scenario with Hellion. Such energy required focus to keep up, thus why it wasn't staying consistent. Cyclops might not be in the best physical shape after thejet crashed, but his mind still was sharp. He was a tactical genius, and Pyrrhic was willing to follow his orders.
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It had only been three nights here on this island, and Scott felt like he had been here for weeks. His wound had been healed by the infusion of Warren's blood but the fever and the exhaustion, the hallucinations and the sleeplessness despite the exhaustion... those were growing, and growing fast. It could have just been an infection, but Scott knew that that was impossible. Warren's blood did not cure illness, but it would not allow an infection to grow. There wasn't an infection that could survive whatever it was that made the Angel's blood able to heal.

So that meant something else was killing him.

Scott wasn't going to just sit here on this beach and let whatever it was drain him to death. He couldn't. He had his team members to protect. He had his students to get home. He had his wife and daughter to return to.

Scott Summers had saved the world. He had faced his friends turned into monsters. He had turned into a monster himself. He had seen people come back from the dead. He had stood over his own grave.

He wasn't going to die on some beach, laying down to sleep in the soft white sand.

::MINE-::

That voice again, screaming clawing at his psyche, no God no what fresh hell what demonic beast no I'm not yours they are not yours they are mine if anyone's mine and I will die to protect them if necessary...

“Mr. Summers!” Aylvia screamed, tears pooling in her eyes. “Ben! Something’s coming!”

The crashing of trees, the heaving of the earth, the terror of the little girl, shook Scott from his fever sluggish catatonia, and he was on his feet, immediately, the action of leaping from the pallet that was where he was resting to conserve his energy, sending fresh waves of nausea and dizziness through him.

"To me," he ordered, "All of you, to me."

"Orders Sir?" Pyrrhic asked taking a ready stance.

"Pyrrhic, on my left. Iceman, on my right," Scott said. "Wind Dancer, other side of Pyrrhic. The rest of you, behind us. Things go south, we go down, break for the jet. lock yourselves in. She's battered, but she's still a better shelter than the open. Understood?"

He turned to his range fighters and, said, "I know this place is sapping us, taking our powers, but if whatever this is attacks, hit it with all you got. Don't fire until I say so though. Shoot to stop, not to kill... not until I give the order for lethal force. Is that understood?"

There was no tremor to his voice, no hesitation...

... but there was no mistaking the grey around Cyclops's gills. He was going to fall if he had to fire his beams. He was far too sick to fight.

Didn't mean he wasn't going to do it anyway.
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Ben had found one advantage to having his particular set of powers on this horrid place. He didn’t have to sleep or rest much. Apparently having your body constantly rewrite its own genetic code every time you chatted with someone burned a lot more energy then Ben had fathomed. The result in not being able to do so? The teen had slept a little more than 8 hours total from the moment his powers shorted out. It was a mixed blessing at best, not much fun having energy with nothing to do.

This constant pull of having no face and being helpless to protect his friends and being restless all the time had begun to work up a deep anger in the young transmorph. His normally open, friendly, eager, helpful personality had begun to shift and fade into a black mood that took him away from his peers.

So as the mental assault came, as MINE ripped through his brain again, as they circled the wagons and Mr. SUmmers drew up a plan in an instant, as they all ran to comply, Ben used his anger to do something that he prayed was positive. The Detroit native grabbed a long stick of wood from the fire and held it in his right hand before walking over to Scott and tucking himself under the wounded man’s left arm.

“How about a slightly different plan? Plant, fire, fire plant. The thing gets too close we get to see if it helps. In the meantime you be Moses and I’ll be Aaron. Someone has to keep you propped up in case that beasty needs a stern glare, yeah? Leaves Iceman and Dancer free to do there thing too. I got you, sir. Even if I’m shit at following orders right now. This doesn’t feel like a retreat moment.”

It was easy to be brave and heroic right now, Ben believed he had nothing to live for at the present moment, might as well go out fighting, or at least helping those who actually knew how to fight.

“Hey Aly, any chance that thing is some kinda mutant? Your voice got anything helpful to say when you look at it?”
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They weren't doing too well now that the novelty of being stranded on a desert paradise was growing very thin. At the start, the sunshine and atmosphere of the place wasn't too worrying for the girls despite the fact that they were feeling a little more tired than usual. Even the telepathic intrusion that they had all felt on the plane had died from an immediate threat to a 'we'll deal with it later' sort of situation. However, as the hours turned into days things were getting worse. Headaches were the start turning into full blown migraines sporadically popping and and out of existence behind the eyes of the five sisters. Weakness came next, no matter how they slept or how much they ate there was always that groggy feeling you get when first waking, limbs felt heavier and mentally they weren't prepared for how taxing it would be. Often they had taken to turning diamond for spells of time just to rid themselves of any of it. It turned off their telepathy sure, but at least for half an hour they could feel just as strong as they always were, even if they weren't able to put it into practice. Eventually even that became too much, in Diamond form everything was fine but upon returning to normal the fatigue that came with it was unbearable. Finally their minds began to fade slowly, thoughts of the others interrupted with static, and before long even their own telepathic communication was like phoning on a bad line. Always at peak physical and mental condition the Cuckoos were not used to this.

Three days of mental and physical torture, all of it just for another ::Mine:: to rip through their minds eliciting a scream from their lips and their hands to fly to cover their ears as if it would do anything to stop a telepathic intrusion. They should have been stronger than the others in this case, they should have been able to keep the voices and the hallucinations at bay, and they had failed at that job. Why couldn't they be freezing cold in a tiny tent somewhere on some Antarctic island staring at penguins.

Mr Summers gave the order and somehow they heard it over the pounding of blood in their head. A slow uncharacteristically uncoordinated shuffle followed as they joined the group, crowding around an obviously distressed Alyvia, comforting hands on her shoulders

::W..l. .e ..o..k::

They tried and failed to even speak mentally to the young girl

"It'll be ok"

Speech was the only communication left available to them and it left them feeling more vulnerable than they ever had. Having their telepathy blocked by Miss Frost was one thing, they could fight to stop her, try to gain the upper hand and reverse her blocking. This time there was nothing to fight, nothing to defend against, nothing even to see. With their human senses in tact still the girls felt Deaf, Dumb and blind to everything around them, even the teachers and other students.
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Alyvia's scream coupled with the telepathic yell woke Bobby from what been very restful few minutes shut eye. The sort of nap where Bobby was able to dream of things that he wanted and needed in his life at the present moment in time: A hot shower, deodorant (god he needed deodorant, though that was more an issue with there being a lot of teenage boys with them rather than for his own odor issues), chocolate he wanted chocolate and hot food. The screams had so rudely yanked him from his reverie though that Bobby was still thinking about a hot dinner when he stumbled to his feet.

Bobby's hands clamped around his ears to try and block out the telepathic shout, not that it did him any good. Scott was alive thankfully and well enough to give orders, and Bobby quickly fell in line beside Scott, though they too were joined by someone who had decided it was best to question their leader's orders.

"To the back Ben." Bobby said, "You heard Scott do as you're told and join the others, he's big enough to hold himself up and we don't know what this thing is yet. A fire could well enrage it." Bobby was more forceful than he tended to be with the students, but in this instance, it wasn't a training exercise and the kids needed to be where they were not only going to be most useful, but safe also.

Bobby watched until Ben had moved before casting a side eye at his friend and mentor; "Sure you don't want me to take point Scotty? I can take a hit better than you can at the moment and you got Jean and Rach to get back to."

The beast was upon them though, trees groaned and cracked under the weight of the colossal beast as it burst forth into the makeshift camp site. More mud than plant, with all manner of debris from the island in its gigantic form it towered over the others and for the first time, its eyes met the new creatures which would its companions on the island.

Rather than attack though the beast bent its body down so it was much closer to the Islanders and let out a guttural roar towards them.
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Fear was a primal thing, a sensation that took over every body function and sent them into overdrive. Her heart raced like it never had before, her lungs gasped for air that just seemed too thin. She jumped from the last tree and scurried towards the others just in time for the creature to break forward from the tree line. It was huge - all mud and rock and bits of nature that shouldn't have a beastly presence, and yet, there it stood.

“Ben, please,” she grabbed for his arm, and pulled him back towards her and the Cuckoos. “Listen to him.”

She reached a hand out, her arm shaking. Ally locked eyes with the creature, its roar sending her wild hair flying back. She tried, tried so hard, to read this thing. For a second, she felt the sensation that was often followed by a reading, but not this time. She felt a twang - that feeling of tightness when a muscle is pulled far too tight - through her skull; static rang through her ears, raising in pitch from a dull rumble to a high scream, until it cut out with a ‘pop’, like unplugging an audio cable. Her legs felt weak, threatened to buckle under her.

“I can't read it. I tried.” She shook her head a bit, trying to clear the fuzzy feeling. “It's not mutant. Not human. I don't know.” Her hands and feet swam with pins and needles, her brain rebelling against the activation of her powers. It was the last burst of them she had in her. “Maybe if I could touch it? I don't know.”
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Everything was kind of fuzzy.

That…probably wasn’t a good sign.

Johnny was sleep-deprived, powerless, and kept hallucinating his parents. While being stranded on an island. At least he wasn’t alone. Benny Boy no longer had a face. Big Boss was slowly dying, and he couldn’t hide that fact, no matter how hard he tried. And everyone was suffering to one degree or another.

That was probably the only thing keeping Johnny going. Were he alone, he was pretty sure he’d have curled up into a sobbing ball on the ground by now while his not-parents stood over him arguing. But he couldn’t lose it. Not now. If he did, not only did he take away anything he could do for the group, he forced an extra burden on them in the form of himself. And right now, they couldn’t afford that. Not that he was going to be good for much right now, as sleep-deprived as he w—

::MINE!::

AGH WHAT

Johnny’s vision abruptly cleared up as a surge of adrenaline ripped the sleepiness away from him. The voice had been silent for…days now, he thought? But he recognized it immediately as the one that had yelled at them just before the crash. He heard trees and bushes snapping—uhoh. The snow-haired mutant took off toward the camp, but whatever it was, it was pretty quick. There, the others were all grouping up, facing off against…

“Okay, what the hell? I made that ‘When Islands Attack’ thing up as a JOKE. You hear me, universe? I WAS KIDDING.”

He joined up with the group in the back as the mud thing bent toward them and let out a roar. Johnny covered his ears against the sound, but forced himself to keep staring at the creature. He had no Danger Sense now, so he had to keep his eyes on the threat. Next thing he heard, in the silence after the roar, Alyvia was trying to figure out how to use her powers on the monster. “Touch it? You want to shake hands with Mudzilla over there? Let’s…let’s call that Plan B. Actually, Plan J. There’s got to be something safer…”

Johnny watched the thing’s eyes. What was that thing about animals…something about the reason certain dog breeds were good for hunting…he'd been informed about his mutation, and they had used things found in animals to explain most of it to him...

“Prey drive?”

Prey drive. That’s it. This thing….it had thoughts, but the thoughts didn’t seem to be human. The voice in their heads was…more emotion than words. If it didn’t have complex thought, it would act on instinct and emotion. The only thing was—what were its instincts and emotions? Aside from possessiveness, anyway…although, that might work out too… “If this…thing…has prey drive, it’ll be compelled to chase anyone who runs. Even if not, it seems to think it owns us. If someone runs for it, think we can lure it back into the trees and then hide from it, give people the chance to relocate?” He could do it, he bet. And this thing would have a hard time finding a human-sized individual in a forest, surely.

Unless it didn’t. But then why wait so long to approach the camp?

Guh. So many questions. And none of them answerable with wit, charm, or sarcasm. Which was pretty much all he had left, at this point.
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The one thing Scott Summers hated more than anything else in the world, more than the bigots who would attack in fear, more than even the powers that made him unable to ever look his wife in the eye, was to be questioned. Not by his wife. Not by his team. And, sure as hell not by a student with absolutely no combat experience in the field. As Ben grabbed at his arm, and Scott turned his head, to look at the hand that clutched at him. "We will discuss this later, Mr. Deeds. I suggest you take your hand off me, and follow my orders, STAT."


“How about a slightly different plan? Plant, fire, fire plant. The thing gets too close we get to see if it helps. In the meantime you be Moses and I’ll be Aaron. Someone has to keep you propped up in case that beasty needs a stern glare, yeah? Leaves Iceman and Dancer free to do there thing too. I got you, sir. Even if I’m shit at following orders right now. This doesn’t feel like a retreat moment.”


"We haven't clearly seen the thing," Scott said, his voice still as calm and cold as ice, "How in the hell do you know it's made of plants? Step back, last time I am going to ask."

Luckily, Bobby stepped in and cooler heads prevailed, so to speak. He shooed Ben into line, and then took his position at Scott's side as he was ordered. At least someone around here remembered the damn chain of command. "Sure you don't want me to take point Scotty? I can take a hit better than you can at the moment and you got Jean and Rach to get back to."

"And, you think I could possibly go back to them knowing I let the people in my care fall in order to save my own skin?" Scott asked, "I'm sick, Drake, but I'm not dead. Not yet, anyway."

The Cuckoos and Alyvia were clearly having difficulty with their own powers, attempting to reach the thing that was coming towards them, and as it burst into the clearing and roared at them, Scott could almost feel everyone's fear like a palpable thing. He stared up at the creature, more mud and dirt than plant, so clearly the torch idea was not going to work even if Scott was planning on entertaining it, and though his hand was up at his visor he did not fire.

“I can't read it. I tried.” Alyvia said, her voice pained, “It's not mutant. Not human. I don't know. Maybe if I could touch it? I don't know.”

“Touch it? You want to shake hands with Mudzilla over there? Let’s…let’s call that Plan B. Actually, Plan J. There’s got to be something safer…” Mr. Gallo said, starring at the creature.

"Plan B?" Scott shook his head, and said, "That would suggest I only have 26 plans." He pulled himself to his full height, adrenaline and pure stubbornness overriding exhaustion and illness and he stepped ahead of his team and students, dropping his hand away from his visor. "You can understand us on some level, I think. You're attempting to communicate? If we run, you'll chase us. If we stay, you'll drain us until we're dead. We don't want to have to hurt you but I cannot allow you to hurt my students. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?"

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The campfire had provided them with extra warmth, but also light in a dark night. When they had been around the fire it felt a little more safe. Not as secure as being back at the school, enjoying air conditioning as they climbed into bed at the end of the day, but it was better than nothing. Looking out into the forest after sitting by the fire had blinded Pyrrhic temporarily. Crashing noises as whatever came charging at them helped him to know what general direction to face as he fell in line beside Cyclops. The order was given to hold fire for the moment, and when the order came to fire, to stop, not kill. Pyrrhic's face set in grim lines as he tried to focus his energy. Crushing would be more effective in this case than cutting. Stop, not kill. It was an order that Pyrrhic was thankful to be given. He was being trained to be a hero, to defend. Cyclops had told him that doing so meant that Pyrrhic was going to get hurt, and asked him if he was alright with that. Pyrrhic explained that getting hurt didn't bother him, that the idea of growing numb did. Getting use to killing was something that he never wanted to happen.

"Where are you," Pyrrhic whispered to himself as he tried to see out into the darkness. His vision wasn't the greatest he knew. After a certain distance things started to get blurry, and that blurring effect made the already strange horizon even more uncertain. This was the first time in recent history in which he was actively on the front line, but not his first fight. Pyrrhic felt a sense of calmness. The last three days had been building tension, waiting for the storm to come to them. Like having a test of their skills in the Danger Room, it was the dread of what was coming that was the worst. Pyrrhic would rather have whatever was coming for them be seen than to constantly be on edge over what would happen next. If he knew what he was going to be possibly fighting against he could start seeing how best to handle combat with it.

The beast emerged from the woods, a massive muddy thing. At first he was unsure of just what it was he was seeing. Because the beast was made out of things on the island, including the soil and parts of the jungle, it had a natural camouflage. Light flickering from the campfire tossed parts of it into shadow. The thing was massive, the biggest real thing that Pyrrhic had ever faced. Even when it hunched down closer to them it towered over them all. A mighty roar came from the beast, rattling his chest. Surprisingly the fire hadn't gone out from the roar, and even more surprisingly the beast did not start attacking them immediately. The order to attack had not been given yet, and Cyclops took a step to the beast. From behind Pyrrhic plans were being made as the other students tried to get a handle on the situation. Ally couldn't read it, the Cuckoos were trying to provide comfort to her, and Johnny was trying to come up with alternate ways Ally could get a reading.

Pyrrhic smiled when Cyclops said that "Plan B" would imply that there were only twenty six plans. He could think up plenty of pans on the fly, but it paled in comparison to the tactics that the headmaster could come up with. There were probably several that Cyclops had memorized years ago and could execute at a moment's notice. Plan two, if plan one was Ally reading the thing, was for Cyclops to try to communicate with it. As their leader tried to communicate with it, Pyrrhic cautiously adjusted his positioning so that if the order was given to fire he wouldn't be blasting Cyclops. As good of a shot as Pyrrhic was, his energy could not bank off of things.
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Molly was still in the state of mind that she hoped the wilderness around them would flicker away and Danger would be telling them how badly they failed, or if they'd passed the test. In reality, this was just as real as any of the other hundred crazy and terrible (and pretty damn awesome) things that had happened over the years. Molly Hayes had seen dinosaurs for crying out loud. Accepting the nature of the reality around them was not that far off. Just what that nature was, was far from clear and that was the very unpleasant side of things.

Not long after the blood transfusion on the first day, Scott had pulled her over to one side. She was the most tenured student in the pack, and physically the strongest person on the island. But Scott didn't want her to dive in if there was a fight. Cause, that wasn't smart. Molly would throw in if needed, but they were trying to stay alive long enough to get rescued. So, that meant if shit got real, her stance was to be defensive first. Not that Scott said shit got real or anything...the thought of it would usually have been funny, but right now there wasn't much to laugh about what with huge and terrible things crashing around inside and outside. Her head still rung around the edge from the mental shout.

"Hey Ben, how about you not be shit at following orders instead, cause I think Mr Summers would really appreciate that. Because if you don't, I'm going to have to put you on your ass. Any non ranged, behind me. Don't worry, you'll still see plenty. But you still gotta get behind me. Cyclops orders. It's plan 2b. You don't want to make me go to plan 2c though right now I might enjoy it..."

Cracking her knuckles, she gave a smile to Ally. "Hang back a lil. Maybe we can get you an in if there's some way of subduing it first but right now, Scott can't work without you and the others keeping safe. Keeping safe is my job." She rolled her shoulders, the smile becoming something of a cocky grin. The island was not a healthy place to be, not for people like them it seemed, but Molly hadn't spent five long years working on her stamina for nothing. If she was lucky, she was about where she was then. And then, she had thrown Blob over so...she wasn't too worried.
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Ben, an affable guy who was fairly compliant by nature took the hint, the excessively made, violence implied hint and complied. He kept his torch though, even though the creature was mostly mud, it made him feel better, less helpless. Besides, if all the adults failed he might get his chance to be a hero and protect the ladies. Well, not Molly, if he had to protect her they were all totally screwed.

Leaving Scott’s side felt weird, it was the teen’s natural instinct to help people and seeing their leader brace himself and act like it was nothing when he was still really rough cast the feeling of arrogance instead of heroism to the transmorph. For a moment he wondered if this was what being a hero looked like, if this display; half commanding,half bravado, half quipping, was what the X-Men were underneath it all. However Ben could see the drive to protect others even at your own expense and how enough of that would make you a commander in place of a teacher. The dancer from Detroit simply wasn’t used to that concept yet.

So as the X-Men assembled a bit more sheepish Ben (called out by Molly, that stung no matter that she could throw houses) slipped into place next to Aly and squeezed her shoulders. He gave glance over to the Cuckoos, nearly forgotten to him during his time on this wretched island. The fact he could almost forget them, of all people, was proof positive this place had affected him far more then he let on.

“Hey kiddo, is ok. You can’t read him/her/it, maybe you ain’t meant to. Horror movies tend not to be too kind to the people who touch the monster less the monster tends to be adorable and cuddly underneath it all. My bet, this isn’t that kind of movie.”

To Molly he just winked and was grateful she was there to do the heavy lifting if it was required. What was he going to do anyway? Best he could offer was quick legs to run back and hide in the debris that was their former plane.
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The creatures - despite their small stature, were attempting to intimidate it. It did not know the word intimidate, nor did it understand the words that these beings were using, but it knew the tactics. Other creatures on the island used these sorts of tactics when they were dealing with their hunters, was it a hunter? Krakoa's understanding of itself was limited to very primal urges - food, survival and the newest of them was companionship.

"We're definitely not in Kansas anymore..." Bobby stated very matter of factly as the beast stared them down, he didn't flinch, had this been a situation where he had access to the full spectrum of his powers he would have matched the beast centimeter for centimeter for now and probably would have engaged in an epic showdown of ice-beast vs rock beast that would have made the Pokemon fans at Xavier's squeal with joy.

"No sudden movements now," Bobby stated raising his hand as some of the other students were starting to get a little edgy, "We don't wanna wake the beast now do we?"

It was a little late for that though as the beast's eyes suddenly locked down on Pyrrich, for whatever reason that student stood out like a sore thumb to the island's monstrous form and there was a new emotion that the beast felt now - it came from anger but it was more than that it was fear. Suddenly the beast started stamping its feet, as it tried to understand what this new found emotion was; for a moment there were no other beings before the beast other than Ros before it suddenly reared up to its full height and let another loud roar.

Like a Gorilla the beast started to stamp the ground as it drew closer to the front line of mutants, it didn't attack yet, instead, it was opting to try and get the students and X-Men of Xavier's to back down before it got physical.

Making sure not to move Bobby, held his position with Scott and Fia, though that was when Bobby made the fatal error of catching the beast's gaze; suddenly the potential calming situation shifted and the beast lashed out at Bobby with one giant rocky hand sending the cryokinetic flying backwards behind the students, before it let out another roar and this time tried to step over the other mutants in an attempt to get straight to Ros and kill the threat before it became any more dangerous.
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This wasn't even remotely what the worst case scenario for this field trip, in Alyvia's mind, could have been. No, this was so much worse. She knew basic first aid, and with the help of the others, surviving wrecked on an island was possible. The lack of sleep, the hallucinations, certainly not the best, but not the end. But this... thing, this creature of mud and rock that looked at them like a cat would eye a mouse, not even her nightmares brought this beast to life. She was terrified, rightfully so. At least the older students and adults seemed to have a grip on things.

Or not.

The raging monster roared and charged forward. Iceman stepped forward - she assumed he'd stop it, protect them, but instead the color totally drained from her face as he was thrown, landing with a loud thud behind them. It kept moving forward, but it wasn't attacking everyone. No, it seemed tp be aiming at one of them... Ros. It was going for Ros. She didn't know what to do. Instict said to run. Mr. Summers said to hide in the jet. But she couldn't just let this thing hurt him. The island was the current location of her three closest friends, she couldn't.

So, in what was both the bravest and most stupid decision she'd ever made (so far), Alyvia found an opening away from its mouth and touched it. It felt so strange - mud, but life. She could feel something, something she couldn't name. But her powers refused to work - the last of them draining out with a loud 'pop' ringing in her ears and an immediate numbness taking over her left side. It wasn't strong, wasn't overpowering, but certainly not a welcome sensation when she needed the ability to move as fast as possible.

Her attempt at helping through mutation a failure, this time she made a slightly smarter choice to move out of range of, whatever this was. She saw the jet, but also a cluster of trees a bit closer. Those would do. Off the ground was best for her, and do, she made her way towards them.
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